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heyemerson.

“You clearly have a lot you want to say.” Emerson disagreed, his voice tinged with dryness; just a bit. “I understand if you don’t want to talk to me about everything and all, but you should at least talk to your best friend, don’t you think?” He continued, walking towards her slowly now. He was fully aware of the fact she could apparate straight out of his grasp, and he wouldn’t put it past her to do as much. “Holland,” He frowned, stopping when there was a little more than a foot between them. “I feel like you’re not really here half the time. You’re standing right there, but it’s as if I can’t reach you, and well I…I wish you’d let me.” Emerson finished quietly, his voice only a little above a whisper now. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. “… and I wish you wouldn’t be upset with me. I do apologize, though; for making you wait.”

no one, in her entire life, has been able to read someone like holland : usually drowning herself in her own thoughts & demons, keeping herself quiet for no one to knowledge such overwhelming things ---- but for anyone with eyes & while having enough attention on the pair, anyone would knew that the taller male was able to read her. maybe there were stuff he doesn’t know & does not need to know yet, but he knew when something was bothering her : and she may, or may not hate that. sometimes she feels vulnerable to his eyes. jawline clenches when eyne fixes on the floor for a moment, with lips lightly pursing to the side : she stands hubristic, but oh, she knows he’s right. when speech comes to an end & a hand settles on her shoulder, she’s almost loss at words, & considering she didn’t want to feel vulnerable in that moment, tongue slips a tiny joke. “ you said you can’t reach me but you’re touching me right now. ” she mumbled with a tiny spark of amusement on words, but she is mostly embarassed due to her loss of words.

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heyemerson.

Emerson groaned. “Hol, don’t be like this. Just be reasonable.” Was it not obvious enough in that moment how much he truly loved the young lady in front of him? In the wizarding world’s eyes, he was a star; had been for the past two years. Back when he’d been at school, girls had thrown themselves at him from all directions, so much that his first love had abandoned him out of jealousy. Naturally, it was twenty times worse now that he was out an about for all of wizarding kind to see, and on top of that, still roaming the Hogwarts halls as a part-time teaching assistant. Not once had he strayed, nor had her considered straying when Holland had begun to go through her rough patch. The otherwise self-serving wizard WANTED to help– he just didn’t know how. “I think that we should have a talk about this.” He began slowly. “…Or perhaps, you’d like me to set up a sit down with Lyra? Maybe you’d prefer to talk to her about..,your frustrations. I can’t remember the last time you saw her.”

dainty hands are casual while fixing her outfit, blue eyne glued to the floor underneath her : she wasn’t being reasonable -- oh, she knew that ! but that was holland lavoie to you ; acting before thinking despite the great mind she has always possesed, allowing her angst - ridden thoughts to force her to act a way with a mind being ignored by the damsel. it was something she always found frustrating, but that’s exactly how she grew up, and she knew it was saddening to know she acted such way with no one but emerson himself -- and the rest of the world, but she doesn’t care ( at all ) about anyone else. slim arms cross over her chest once again when he carries on with his speech, the insides of her cheeks automatically receiving a bites from herself. “ no, i’m fine. ” she mumbles under her breath, gently rocking back and forth on her heels. “ i don’t have anythin’ to talk about. i’m fine. ”

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heyemerson.

Emerson frowned, his thumb and index finger skimming the length of his jawline. The store in question would be open for at least two hours longer, and in any case, they would wait longer for the likes of them– of course they wanted THEIR business. “Well, you know how the three are. One moments, we were grabbing lunch, the next, I was watching them knock back shots. In any case, you know how long it’d been since I’d seen them. They’re ridiculous at times, but they’re still my brothers.” He reasoned. Emerson did care about the three; that didn’t mean he wouldn’t throw them under the knight bus, given the right circumstances. Ironically, the one person he wouldn’t do that to as of now was standing in front of him, scalding him with her glare. “I really am sorry, Hol– you usually make yourself at home here. I thought you’d be…entertained.” He finished, refusing to glance at the liquor cabinet.

holland understood, of course she did : he had a good reason to be late, and she totally understood ! if xavier lavoie decided one day to meet up with his daughter, she would spend hours to enjoy his presence due for them never seeing each other ---- but when both pettiness and bitterness runs through your veins when already being known as pretty hot - blooded ? it wasn’t easy for her to force her brain to admit it was fine ! “ i did. there’s no bordeaux wine anymore, but i stopped considerin’ i had to be sober enough since we were going to the shop. ” holland continues to speak calmly, but soon enough she will be able to taste her own venom. ( a rational part of her mind states there’s no reason to be mad, but that makes her even more mad. how comical. ) “ either way. i’m leavin’. ” and with that said, legs uncross and she is casual to stand up, smoothing down her coat.

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emerson.

As he closed in on the door to his flat, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was walking into the lion’s den. Or perhaps, more aptly in this case, the lioness’ den. He hadn’t meant to be late; really, he hadn’t. What had supposed to have been a quick lunch between brothers, had turn into a barhopping night with the three imbeciles that bared the Rosier surname. While he hadn’t gotten absolutely wasted to the core like Alexavier, Trevor, and Chance, who were STILL out despite him bowing out, a small buzz remained from the night activities. He didn’t know what he was thinking, assuming that Holland would understand– especially when picking petty fights seemed to be the trust fund baby’s new favorite past time, along with drinking. Evidently, it was true what they said about idle hands. His footsteps sounded just as heavy as they felt to carry them further inside; he sighed. Busted. “Time got away from us, love.” He paused as he took his scarf off his neck, his cheeks still tinted from the cold. “But it’s not too late. The store’ll still be open, surely we can go out to the shop….if you still want to go.”

“ tell me somethin’ i don’t know. ” voice is quiet, yet firm, with fingertips lightly tapping against the fabric that covers slim arms : she starts to wonder, is she overreacting about the tiny situation ? probably, but at the same . . . she really wasted three hours waiting for him and the worst part ? he knew she would be waiting for him. sometimes, things like this wouldn’t bother her, but it seems she woke up in a petty mood. “ it is late ---- it will close any minute, and if it wasn’t closing, i wouldn’t want to go. ” she states under her breath, glaring at the other with pursed lips. “ what did all of you do that took you so long, anyways ? i hope you don’t mind if i ask. ”

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tag dump hehe

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@heyemerson. a leg crosses over a knee, with slim arms securing an ample chest : she, the perfect picture of an ivory statue ----- an angry one when compared to the serene ones, but still a statue ! one hour, two hours, and three hours had passed, and holland lavoie’s blood currently boild in annoyance. oh, she knows how busy her fianceé is, but does it hurt being a little punctual ? pinkish lips press into a straight line when the crack of the door brings her attention ( she also shoots a glare to the golden watch around her wrist : almost three hours with tenty one minutes late ! ). “ you are late, ” despite her anger, voice is tranquil, but anyone would be able to hint the venom. “ again. “

#bitch idk my tags anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the ones i have saved are the ugly / old ones and i HATE it >:(

emerson.

“You figured right.” Emerson took a bite of the treat that Holland had been gracious enough to make; he savored the taste on his tongue, a light in his eyes unseen prior to her entering the classroom visible as he tugged her onto his lap. “I would much rather back at our place, with YOU, but I have to grade all of this paperwork.” He sighed, looking up at her face. “Hol–” His voice quieted, signifying he was about to say something serious; something that others wouldn’t appreciate hearing. “Do you think it’s possible that these… occurrences keep happening due to fools primarily walking the halls? Because, I honestly cannot imagine us nor the years before us behaving the way the students did.”

soon enough a frame is situated onto the lap of the other, a bottom lip pulled into her mouth with petite hands settled upon her own thighs : she is almost as curious as the famous, known cat when a treat seizes a bite from him, wondering if he is enjoying the sugary treat she had done in her boredom ( can you believe such boredom brought a big interest on baking from the former gryffindor ? ). she parts lips to speak yet again, but she remains silent when emerson commences a pretty private speech : she could even feel her own frame turning smaller the more she listens, a silent sigh leaving underneath her breath. “ do you really think someone was responsible of this ? ” she mumbles a low inquiry, the amiable expression washing over to return to an emotionless one. “ i mean, i won’t be surprised. some can be really cruel. ”

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helga.

“ and what was the point for saying it in the first place? ”

“ ‘cause i am annoyed, that’s why. ”

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sybil.

Sybil still couldn’t quite understand why she was bothering with asking when she used to be a student here as well. “ Classroom 3C. ” She answered thinking it was enough for the brunette to understand, but still there was no way to tell so she had to clarify even more. “ It’s on the third floor. Y’know, Serpentine corridor. ” Her eyes turned back to her read, but her voice trailed off again. “ Here to see anyone or did you just miss this place? The second option is hard to believe, but nevertheless still possible. ”

it’s troubling the absence of memories about her former school : the corridors she used to walk on every single day. hogwarts was different ! and it seemed as if she wasn’t in her former home at all. ( or simply she can’t just remember anything. ) “ to see someone. and, ye’ know, i did miss this place -- but the older, non - catastrophic one. ”

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helga.

“ sorry…what did you just say? ”

" somethin’ pretty explicit. no need to repeat it, ‘aight ? ”

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sybil.

“ Well that’s TOO BAD, but I’m afraid I can’t do anything about it. ” Sybil finally made the effort to look up from the Astronomy book in her hands. “ Have you considered, I don’t know, consulting with someone else who might give a damn at least? ”

button nose scrunches in a tiny second : annoyance embodied is she ! she is in the verge to angrily yell at the response she’s given. instead, she scoffs. “ just tell me where the dada’s class is. ”

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jinx.

The redhead breathed out a sigh, the Charms teaching assistant honestly wished at this point that she had went with the other job she had planned on having ( she took this as bad luck, or a JINX for that matter that maybe she shouldn’t have been there, even more so after being asked to stick around and help out. ) In her mind it was a terrible situation that all of this had even HAPPENED in the first place, especially if students had gotten injured over it and in someways she could understand why she had gotten asked to stick around, but as she finished up one of the things she had been asked to do, and began making her way down the corridors stopping once she noticed a familiar face. “’Ello, how’re you doing after all of this rubbish?” She questioned, merely checking in since she had seen countless amounts of students and she took the time and effort to ask the same question to all of them.

the corridor is empty : click - clack’s of her heels echoing to the point of a shiver going down her spine, especially when a mind continues to mention the event hogwarts had to endure, unfortunately. she went through the death of a student last year, and to think something like this just happened : who planted a curse on the students of hogwarts ? emerald gaze raise to meet the face of jinx’s familiar face, a silent sigh leaving past pigmented lips. “ oh, hi. ” she mumbles, lazily giving the other a smile. “ luckily, i wasn’t part of it, but it still brings my humor down. ”

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emerson.

Emerson had chuckled as he listened to the bit about the wine. He wasn’t exactly sure where her fascination with it had come from, but post Hogwarts, it was rare to see her not walking around with a glass in her hand– day or night, private or public. He, of course, loved her regardless. Emerson waved away the absurdity of Holland’s question. “Why would I mind? I’m always happy to see your face, anytime– you know that….and you also know I love your lemon squares, almost just as much as I love you.” He stood up, smiling at the brunette for a moment before he placed a tender kiss on her lips. The former Hufflepuff tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before sitting back down on the desk chair, opening the box of treats with one hand as the other wrapped around the former Gryffindor’s waist. “So when you said home before, did you mean yours or ours?” He asked, referring to their weird living situation.

she almost grins when he commences a new speech ( can you believe she actually thought he wouldn’t enjoy her presence ? ), but a simper is everything she could do as she allows a crown to cant upwards when emerson’s taller figure stands up : almost as she knew, tip toes grant the permission for her to stand a little taller to reach the lips of her fianceé ( what a dream was to call him that ! ), slowly returning to her fake height to watch him sitting back down, an eyne quickly taking a look around the room. “ ours. i mean, i was technically at mines but i got bored, so i went to yours. and let me tell you, the absence of you is boring, and i figured you were here since today isn’t practice day, so. ”

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( &. @ftholland )

“HOLLAND?” Emerson, once again, wasn’t even supposed to be at Hogwarts on the weekend. However, practice had picked up, and when the current Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor had asked him to help him with designing the next few weeks curriculum based on the Hogwarts response to the water demons, as well as finish grading assignments for him while he helped with the more tedious parts of the clean up effort, he couldn’t figure out a way out of it. So, here he was, bored out of his mind on a Saturday afternoon, when the familiar perfumed scent of his girlfriend– no, fiancee had invaded his senses. “What brings you to Hogwarts, love?”

“ that me ! ” pigmented petals allow a grin to grace upon porcelain skin, marble digits holding onto something akin to a tiny, blue colored box against her chest : boredom was nowhere to be found when blue eyne meet the emerald of her own, instead a feeling of joy taking all over her visage. “ well, ye’ know, the usual, ” heeled shoes click - clack’s as she walks over where the other sits, curly hair bouncing with every step until she comes to a halt, settling the small box on the hardwood. “ first, i was bored back home and i wasn’t in the mood to drink the last bottle of wine. second, i made lemon squares to ignore the wine but i made a lot. and third, i figured why should i give emerson a lil’ visit and give him a homemade treat made by me ! ” she speaks, but only to meet a pause. “ you don’t mind, ‘ight ? ”

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heyemerson:

( &. @ftholland )

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#read this before dragging me bye #i dont have ooc tag btw :)

emerson.

Emerson shook his head, biting his lip as he stopped the chuckles that desperately wanted to escape. “No, that doesn’t count, Hol. You know what, we can try the place down the street another day. How about some takeout?” He asked, pushing himself off the armchair so he could go to the kitchen and pull out some menus he’d saved. A necessity for the everyday bachelor pad– though it wasn’t one really, not anymore. He was more than okay with that. “I had practice, I told you– we’re getting ready for that one upcoming match.” Emerson called as he ruffled through the drawer. “Well, don’t drown yourself in it– I’d miss you too much. How do you feel about Chinese?” The former Hufflepuff asked, skimming a random menu.

attentive irises lazily follow the male’s movements, the side of her head casually resting against her free hand’s fist as the other one continues to hold the delicate glass wrapped around dainty hands ; her whole body language displays nothing but relaxation and laziness, a sight to see especially when it comes from holland lavoie -- a former gryffindor that spent seven years in hogwarts with nothing but overwhelming thoughts and actions flooding within her small frame. “ oh, true. i forgot. ” she mumbles, freckled nose scrunched up a little at the remembrance of him talking about said practice ; why didn’t she thought about that, in the first place ? “ chinese is fine fo’ me. ” her attention moves from him to the glass, carefully moving the liquid with gentle tilts she made to the glass. “ di’ ye’ even notice tha’ ‘m half naked over here ? ”

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